Wait.

Can I even SAY “fuck” anymore, now that I’m a Christian again?

hmmm. Let me think about this for a minute. I’m pretty sure there’s something in the Bible about not taking the Lord’s name in vain…. but I don’t recall anything taught to me in Sunday School about not saying “fuck.” So I guess it’s ok.

Converting back to being a Christian after being a Pagan, especially in such a public manner by announcing it on my website, is a bit like being a celebrity spokesperson for Jenny Craig. Everybody’s watching you, just waiting for that moment when you slip up and misbehave. Worse yet, they wait to see if you’re really going to “stick with it” or if it’s just some new phase you’re going through.

It’s not just everyone else doing this - it’s yourself, too.

But after six months, it’s a pretty safe bet that I’ve come home to stay. It’s been a long road home, and in many ways I very much feel like the proverbial Prodigal daughter. I still stumble and falter and scratch my head over this whole process more than I care to admit, so this blog is my attempt to chronicle my passage and hopefully, try to make some sense of it all.

Along the road, I had to figure out what to do with all my pagan “stuff.” Boy, do pagans like STUFF. Amongst that stuff, was my website - HeartsEase - . Frankly, I didn’t know quite what to do with it. But a friend recommended that I convert my website into one where I do just what I’m doing here, so I took her up on her offer. I could have deleted the old website with a click of a button, but I can’t really delete my past that way. For that reason, the old website stays up. If you find some use from it, wonderful! For me, it’s just a repository of who I used to be. That, and it still has a lot of my favorite stories and recipes.

Don’t worry, I won’t pull an “Anne Rice” on you by putting 396 crosses up on my webpage. For that matter, I won’t even try to convert you.

I do have some interesting stories to tell, of my past, my present, and my future, if you’re interested in reading them. Stories of how I became a pagan, adventures and misadventures I’ve undertaken, and what it’s taken for me to wonder back home. So, pull up a chair by the fire and I’ll tell you my story. Perhaps you’ll find, we’re not so different after all.